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WHO: Zhi and the mysterious craigslister responsible for this advert.
WHEN: January 6th, Saturday, 1 in the morning
WHERE: A dark alleyway along Morong Street
WHAT: ILLEGAL DRUG FIRECRACKER DEALING
Yao would wake up the next morning, completely unaware that his dear little brother had arranged to sneak out during the night at some ungodly hour to a shady location somewhere in Huayuan in order to deal in illegal goods.
Said little brother was currently waiting around nervously in a dimly-lit alleyway by Morong Street after arriving at 1am precisely, suspicious-looking backpack in one hand and repeatedly checking his watch with the other, for the anonymous craigslist user he had confirmed the transaction with. The street he had so recently visited when full of festivities and life seemed an entirely different place altogether at night, especially with the risk of getting arrested hanging thick in the air, and he was getting tired of waiting. Yes, Zhi was definitely paranoid of getting caught with the illegal Tsang Tao firecrackers the bag contained, and no, waiting around in dark places wasn't really something he enjoyed doing, thanks a certain incident last year. Every shadow and movement that danced past the walls spurred an automatic reaction to flee in case of the law or the opposite, though hopefully his self-defence had improved since then, and of course, he'd heard numerous times before that the Liberty Police were quite the shoddy bunch. He shifted his weight impatiently from one leg to another as he stole another look at his watch.
1:14AM
Making a face, Zhi finally settled on hiding the bag from sight by his feet and folded his arms, leaning innocently against a wall scrawled heavily all over with graffiti. Whoever the other party was, he hoped their reflexes weren't as slow as their ability to get to illegal meeting places on time, because, well. If it came down to it, he'd simply ditch them and make his escape via experience over the years in the art of not getting caught.
Hopefully together with his tidy sum of profit, because in China, Tsang Tao firecrackers went for the low, low price of.. very low.
WHEN: January 6th, Saturday, 1 in the morning
WHERE: A dark alleyway along Morong Street
WHAT: ILLEGAL DRUG FIRECRACKER DEALING
Yao would wake up the next morning, completely unaware that his dear little brother had arranged to sneak out during the night at some ungodly hour to a shady location somewhere in Huayuan in order to deal in illegal goods.
Said little brother was currently waiting around nervously in a dimly-lit alleyway by Morong Street after arriving at 1am precisely, suspicious-looking backpack in one hand and repeatedly checking his watch with the other, for the anonymous craigslist user he had confirmed the transaction with. The street he had so recently visited when full of festivities and life seemed an entirely different place altogether at night, especially with the risk of getting arrested hanging thick in the air, and he was getting tired of waiting. Yes, Zhi was definitely paranoid of getting caught with the illegal Tsang Tao firecrackers the bag contained, and no, waiting around in dark places wasn't really something he enjoyed doing, thanks a certain incident last year. Every shadow and movement that danced past the walls spurred an automatic reaction to flee in case of the law or the opposite, though hopefully his self-defence had improved since then, and of course, he'd heard numerous times before that the Liberty Police were quite the shoddy bunch. He shifted his weight impatiently from one leg to another as he stole another look at his watch.
1:14AM
Making a face, Zhi finally settled on hiding the bag from sight by his feet and folded his arms, leaning innocently against a wall scrawled heavily all over with graffiti. Whoever the other party was, he hoped their reflexes weren't as slow as their ability to get to illegal meeting places on time, because, well. If it came down to it, he'd simply ditch them and make his escape via experience over the years in the art of not getting caught.
Hopefully together with his tidy sum of profit, because in China, Tsang Tao firecrackers went for the low, low price of.. very low.